The Millions Interview
June 20, 2012
The incredibly true story of how one would-be novelist self-published his way to greatness.
June 12, 2012
The career of a writer is always an exception. There is never one way it happens, but the temptation to draw conclusions from another writer’s experience is always there.
May 17, 2012
I think songs are really great, kind of, delivery vehicles for a story. They allow you to make your own conclusions. Good songs never give you everything. So I really believe a song is like an envelope. A novel, you can unfold from a song.
May 9, 2012
by Paul Morton
I write my texts, my sentences, in my head — outside there is a terrible, almost unbearable noise, inside there is a terrible, almost unbearable, pounding silence.
May 4, 2012
by Oliver Farry
Considered by many to be Portugal’s greatest living writer, António Lobo Antunes’ relative obscurity in the English-speaking world is something of an enigma. Every October his name is among those bandied about for the Nobel Prize, yet mention him to most English speakers, even literary types, and you will be met with terribly blank looks.
May 4, 2012
Fiction that aspires to be something more than an entertainment commodity must, I think, ultimately be concerned with its own longevity, with the conversation it holds between itself and whatever has preceded it.
April 24, 2012
by Edan Lepucki
“I am in love with the gorgeous, elastic, leaping human brain that shuffles and connects disparate pieces of the world into a coherent story.”
April 19, 2012
I’m surprised to hear that you communists overseas are using your own individual sharpeners in classrooms. It’s a very Ayn-Randian position to take. “I’ve got my pencil sharpener, fuck you if you can’t afford a pencil sharpener! Sharpen your pencil with your bootstrap!”
April 10, 2012
“I was hellbent on writing stories that took place anywhere but where I grew up. I wrote stories set in the swanky social circles of Manhattan, or pieces set in Hawaii or Texas or the underbelly of LA or even, God forgive me, stories set nowhere… I thought that most people wouldn’t find where I was from interesting enough.”
April 4, 2012
People are made by the books they read and I think I am finished. That is to say, my making is finished.